Sorry it this one took so long to get posted. But I've decided to add this to the things that I have no idea how to write.

Hopefully y'all like it anyway.

~Enjoy

"Pepi, are you sure you don't want to go back to Casita?" Félix questioned as he eyed his very pregnant wife.

"I'm sure Félix." Pepa assured. She wanted to go for a walk, just to leave the confines of Casita, and her suffocating mother. "I need a break from Mamá."

With her due date nearing, and Julieta already giving birth, Alma had started to hover over her middle child more and more. Constantly pressing her hands to her large stomach. Every day she could be found reprimanding her daughter for picking up an item that Alma deemed 'far too heavy'.

She'd even gone as far as telling her not to look at Bruno's rats. 'You know what they say Mija. If you look at an ugly animal, your daughter will resemble it!'. Pepa rolled her eyes at her mother's silly superstition.

Félix chuckled. He overheard the conversations his mother-in-law had with Pepa. He, unlike his wife, found them rather funny. "She means well, amor."

"She means to drive me insane." Pepa snorted. As the triplets got older, their mother turned her attention towards the village. She wouldn't hesitate to be by their sides if they needed her for any reason, but the rest of her time was spent with the ever-growing village. So now, that she held her mother's full attention, it was overwhelming for the middle child.

"I don't think she is. She's just worried."

"There's nothing to be worried about. We still have some time before the baby comes. In the meantime, I want-" Pepa stopped as she stumbled backwards. Félix reached out, easily steadying her. Looking around, she realized that she collided with something.

Or rather, someone.

A woman, no older than herself, sat on the ground. Pepa could see a woven basket laying near her, its various fruits scattered around the street. She offered her a hand, helping the dark blonde woman to her feet. "I'm so sorry. I wasn't paying attention."

"Oh, it's okay." The woman offered a friendly smile as she waved her off.

"Here, let me help you." Pepa leaned down, as best she could, trying to pick up the basket off of the ground. It sat just a hair's width out of her reach. A small cloud started to form as she stared at the basket.

Félix chuckled at his wife's struggle. She furrowed her brow, fixing him with a glare. The small cloud above her flickered with lightning, warning him of her annoyance. He paid her no mind. Kneeling down, he started to gather the scattered fruits. "I've got it, Pepi."

"What are you doing?" An angry voice called out. Pepa took a small breath. She knew very well who the voice belonged to. Crossing her arms, she waited. "Get away from mi novia!"

Félix looked up as a tall man came around the woman. Félix let his natural smile fall, as he also realized who approached them. Returning the last piece of fruit, he picked up the basket and held it out for the woman. "Relax, Armando. We were just helping her pick some things up off the ground."

"That the Walking Disaster knocked out of her hands!" Armando growled, throwing his hands into the air dramatically.

Félix stared at him with an unamused look. "She didn't do it on purpose."

Armando fixed his sights on Pepa. He pointed a finger at her angrily. "You Madrigals think you can get away with anything."

Félix answered before she got the chance. "You know that's not true."

"Do I? Because it seems to me like she just threw Natalia's stuff all over the ground!"

"They ran into each other!"

"She's too 'above us' to look where she's going?"

The blonde sighed and tried placing a comforting hand on her boyfriend's shoulder. Natalia wasn't a stranger to her boyfriend's temper. "Armando, stop. It was an accident."

Armando shrugged her hand off. He puffed up his chest, ready to finish his business with the shorter man. "No, I'm tired of them doing whatever they want!"

"Félix." Pepa warned as she watched Félix mirror the taller man. She could see his hands balled into fists at his side.

"No, Pepi, we're going to finish this. Once and for all." Félix said. Pepa stayed quiet this time. "Why don't you tell us what your real problem is, Armando? Ever since we were kids you've been nothing but an asshole. Especially to my wife. She's done nothing to you to deserve such hatred."

"She does deserve it!" Armando sneered.

Félix barked out a harsh laugh. "Look around you! You really think people agree with you? You are the ONLY one who seems to think that!" He gestured around to the others that had stopped to watch their argument. "All you do is go around and slander her name. Yet, you don't have a problem eating the crops that her rain helps grow. Or enjoying the sunshine she brings."

"Félix, just let it go." Pepa tried to coax her husband away. She knew that if she didn't, their argument would only escalate, and most likely get physical. "Come on, mi sol."

He should walk away. He knew that. But he heard his ex-friend's words. The rumors he tried to spread about them. The comments he would make as they passed by. He'd even caught him trying to turn some of the locals against them. Luckily, none of the villagers seemed to share in his misplaced hatred. Everyone defended the redhead, which he greatly appreciated.

"She's a freak!"

"Take it back!"

"Why don't you make me?"

Pepa sighed, ready to fully step in between the men. A sharp pain rippled through the redhead, stopping her from moving. "Félix..."

If he heard her, he showed no signs of listening. He continued on with his argument. Both men yelled at each other.

"Félix!" Pepa nearly shouted. Pain shot through her once again, making her double over. Her eyes widened, the cloud above her darkened a few shades.

"Pepa?" Félix turned at the panic in her voice, his fight with the Armando completely forgotten. He was by her side in an instant, holding onto her arms to keep her from falling. He watched as she winced again. "Amor, what's wrong?"

Panic filled her eyes as she looked at him. "Félix, I th-think water just broke."

Félix could hear the raging hurricane outside, but he chose to ignore it. Instead, he directed his attention towards his wife. Thankfully, they made it home before the weather got too bad. The last thing he wanted was for his wife to have to deliver their child in the street.

Once they arrived home, he carried her straight to their room. Julieta passed him along the way. She gave them both a reassuring smile, before leaving to find their mother.

"No. No, this can't be happening right now. It's not the time. We had the date set!" Pepa couldn't breathe. This wasn't how it was supposed to happen.

Bruno had given her a vision early into her pregnancy. His vision revealed that the town would barely survive the storm she'd bring. After hearing about the vision, everyone agreed it would be for the best for the redhead to be sedated. So, they set the date.

But that was almost a week away.

"Pepi, I don't think we have a choice." Félix sighed. Sure, it wasn't happening as they planned, but they would weather this storm. No pun intended. Any damage to the village could be fixed. He pushed the thought to the back of his mind. Right now, his main concern was his wife and his daughter.

"I- I can't."

"You can." Félix assured gently. He didn't need a gift to see the imaginary scenarios that ran through her mind. He placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, trying to ease her anxiety. "I'll be right here with you."

"But what if something-"

Félix held his finger to her lips as he shushed her. Moving his hand, he cupped her cheek. "Everything will be fine, amor."

She covered his hand with her own, as she leaned into his touch.

They could do this.

The villagers sat in their homes, watching as the hurricane ripped through their small town. Thunder roared so loud that it shook the houses' foundations. The winds tore through the streets, knocking over anything it could. Rain and hail violently pounded on their roofs.

By now, the villagers had grown accustomed to the powers of the middle Madrigal. So, they continued on with their night, unaffected by the weather raging outside. Most of the villagers used the free time given by Pepa's storms to spend time bonding with their own families.

It wasn't until the following morning that the townsfolk realized the storm had stopped sometime during the night.

At first light, most of the younger children ran outside, ready to play in the many puddles that riddled the streets. Adults started to file out of their houses soon after. While they knew the power of Pepa's storms, they could never fully prepare for them. Instead, the next day would be spent as a community. Everyone would band together, making any necessary repairs and cleaning their town of any debris.

"Ma! Look at that!" One of the children shouted as she pulled on her mother's hand, pointing up to the sky excitedly.

Three large rainbows stretched across Encanto's sky. The adults cheered, knowing full well what the change in the weather meant.

Dolores Madrigal had been born.